King Of Spades Lyrics
Last glimpse of hope
Vanishes in the dark
It's hard to carry on
Friends are, falling at our sides
Resistance seem to fail
Got to be standing strong
When will bad luck end?
This reality check
Keeps repeating on and on again
Ten years of crafting our own voice
At the top out lungs
Wishing that, the future might hold better days
We thrive, on grinding punk rock songs
This is how we define
Can't be slowing down
Under the black sky we aim
Straight to the vanishing point
Can't turn away from the fixation of
Losing what we gained
Until our hands
Break and give up
We'll be playing hard pushing the envelope
Aware of the urgency
We clearly see that
What's here can be gone tomorrow
Can't stop the staving minds
With dread and concepts of dismay
We got to do it our own way
We got to do it our own way
Ten years of crafting our own voice
At the top out lungs
Wishing that, the future might hold better days
We thrive, on grinding punk rock songs
This is how we define
Can't be slowing down
Under the black sky we aim
Straight to the vanishing point
Can't turn away from the fixation of
Losing what we gained
From the fixation of
Losing what we gained
Until our hands
Break and give up
We'll be playing hard pushing the envelope
Aware of the urgency
We clearly see that
What's here can be gone tomorrow
Time is fleeting for those who wait
Time is slipping for those who delay